The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Time flies, and the cold winter comes in a blink of an eye.

As the Spring Festival is approaching, the capital is decorated with lights and red couplets are posted in front of every house. People wrap up in thick cotton clothes and go shopping at night to enjoy various acrobatics.

The air is filled with lively and prosperous atmosphere.

On such a festive day, a shocking news came from the palace: the emperor had no children, and the best heir apparent from the clan would be selected as the prince of the dynasty to inherit the throne.

This decree was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, causing ripples in the court hall.

"Your Majesty, I hope you will think twice. Your Majesty is in the prime of life and has a lot of time and energy to cultivate his own bloodline. Why should he give up the throne to a collateral lineage?" Prime Minister Yang, who had a fluttering white beard, hurried into the palace when he heard the news. Facing the saint, he knelt on the ground and persuaded him hard, hoping that the emperor could take back his life.

As the oldest minister, he upheld the will left by the late emperor and devoted himself to assisting the emperor in ruling the world. Even though the emperor was incompetent a few years ago, he still followed him and never gave up.

It can be said that he grew up watching His Majesty.

Since ancient times, successive emperors have longed for their descendants to continue their rule for thousands of years, and their dedication to the orthodox bloodline has reached its peak.

Why does His Majesty do such stupid things?

Prime Minister Yang really couldn't understand.

"My dear, please get up. I have made up my mind, no need to say anything more." The emperor walked over and stretched out his hand to help the person up. He always respected this minister who accompanied the late emperor to conquer the country.

This move also showed his firm attitude.

Prime Minister Yang stood up slowly and saw His Majesty personally lifting him up. He felt relieved and understood that there was no chance of turning the situation around, so he could only sigh.

"Your Majesty, can you tell me the reason?"

The emperor retracted his hand and said with a calm expression: "The throne belongs to those who can take on great responsibilities in the world, seek happiness for the people and peace for the world. The character and means must be excellent. If you cannot even meet the basic requirements, you are not worthy of being the emperor. .”

"As for the bloodline you mentioned..."

There was a slight sneer in the palace, which seemed to be disdainful and mocking.

"I don't care."

Prime Minister Yang had mixed feelings after hearing this. His Majesty was indeed otherworldly and unrestrained by the world. He only considered the difficulty of ascending to the throne, but forgot that people can carry a boat or capsize it.

The position of Ninth Five Supreme Being cannot be occupied by just any prince.

Only those who truly have the strategy to contribute to the people can be called the 'Emperor'.

"Your Majesty is wise, has far-reaching plans, and I am convinced. If the late Emperor were still alive, I would be very pleased to hear your amazing insights." Prime Minister Yang completely gave up the idea of ​​persuasion.

Manager Lin was also shocked by those words, his heart was shaken, and his respect for his master deepened.

But it feels a little inconsistent.

Perhaps even His Majesty himself didn't know that when he looked at Mao'er, he couldn't hide the burning emotion in his eyes, or in other words, he didn't want to hide it at all.

It's true that he doesn't care about his bloodline, and his preference for his little master is also true.

If the object of the emperor's affection was not a cat, but a fertile woman, and he would spend every day lingering on the dragon bed and receiving love and care, he would probably have been unhappy long ago.

The one you love gave birth to a dragon heir for you. Your Majesty probably cares more about blood than anyone else, so he is very likely to make the prince who is not yet one month old the crown prince of the East Palace.

With the master's ruthless nature, even if the prince is dull by nature, your majesty will do everything possible to build momentum for him and create opportunities for the prince to establish authority in the hearts of the people. With a strong accumulation of powerful connections, the prince will naturally ascend the throne smoothly.

It can only be said that the situation is different and the mood is also different.

It is Zhao Yan's creed that the capable come first, so when he heard the news, there was no trace of surprise on his face and he served the cat as usual.

Prime Minister Yang, who had the most say, did not stand up to object, and other followers had no choice but to obey the emperor's will.

There are still five princes in the court. After receiving the news, they were excited and sent their children and grandchildren to the palace. As long as their children and grandchildren stand out among the crowd, the throne will be in their pocket.

The regent was furious. After calming down, he urgently convened a think tank to discuss new countermeasures.

He was obsessed with ascending to the throne, but under the emperor's tough methods, he was crushed to death, and no matter how hard he tried before, he could not get out of his way.

After discussing for half a night, the regent completely regained his senses. The current situation is not bad. He cannot defeat the emperor, but he is still confident that he can compete with him for the future crown prince.

They are just princes and grandsons who have not experienced heavy storms. How can they suppress him, a veteran who has been in government and public affairs for a long time?

joke.

The regent here is plotting how to seize the throne. On the other side, the children and grandchildren of the princes have moved into the palace and receive the master's teaching and inspection in the upper study every day.

Although the emperor had no heirs, the other princes already had a family full of children and grandchildren, a total of twenty or thirty children. The eldest among this group of children had just reached the age of crown, and the youngest was only five or six years old.

Coupled with the attendants and book boys who followed into the palace, looking at the dark area, there were quite a lot of them.

Among the crowds of people, only one person stood out in the corner. Different from the other noble princes who were gorgeously dressed, in the cold weather, that person only wore a thin piece of clothes, the hem of which was shabby and white, and he didn't look like a person at all. The treatment a master deserves.

More like an unpopular boy.

All the princes were sizing up their opponents, testing each other with smiles on their faces. The lonely young man in the corner without any attendants naturally became the topic of conversation.

"Do you know that man? I think he is a slave. He sat down and said he was the master, and he was dressed in rags. At first, I thought he was a beggar from somewhere, but he didn't expect that he was sitting under the same roof. Come on." Someone asked with a smile.

"I guess it's some unpopular bastard who was roped in to make up the numbers."

Respect Luo Yi first and then respect the soul.

Seeing that the young man was poorly dressed, all the noble gentlemen also knew that there was no need to waste time and energy making friends, and their words gradually became disdainful.

"This is my young master's younger brother. Because he was born a concubine, he has never been cared about by my father. Although he is withdrawn and loves to steal, blood is thicker than water. I hope you princes will not bully him."

The speaker was Li Linfeng, the eldest son of the great prince. He had an upright appearance. Although he did not have a crown, his demeanor showed the calmness of a superior.

Although he said this, the contempt shown in his eyes was not concealed.